3:40 PM
Friday, August 15, 2008
byebye
i deleted the story blog
decided tt there's no point posting there anw.
anyway, here's de next 2 chapters.
Chapter Eight (Present)
“I know who you are.”
That one line remained etched in Jonas’ mind. He will not ever forget it; he could never forget it.
As he sat by the fireside of his father’s mansion, he stared hard at the crunched up piece of paper in his hand. Suddenly, he stood up. The maid walking past dropped the bucket of water in her hands at his sudden movement. Jonas glanced at her. She apologised frantically and ran to retrieve a mop.
His eyes followed her as she scurried to the back of the house. After a while, she did not return. Intrigued by her absence, Jonas went to the back room to look for her. As he approached the back of the house, he heard low whisperings coming from the back door. Curios, he sneaked quietly closer to the back. There, he saw the maid and a young man conversing quietly by the door.
The man was completely decked out in a black uniform; black long-sleeved shirt, black pants, black shoes, and even a black hat masking his face. The only exposed parts of his body were his hands; they were white. Carefully, he moved closer to the couple. Unfortunately, he accidentally knocked over a broom by the door.
The young man stared keenly at him. Jonas then realised that he was not in fact a young man, but a very old one indeed. Jonas gazed at the old man and confronted a hideous scar across the face, slicing the head in two. He had red iris.
Just then, Lord William Scrubb walked into the room. He stared at the old man. First, a look of surprise crossed his face and as fast as it appeared, it was overcome by fear. Quickly, he ushered Jonas and the maid out of the room and walked towards the man.
Have I seen this man before? He looks astonishingly familiar… Jonas wondered.
Chapter Nine (Past)
He looked blankly across the street.
They have found out. It will not be long before they find out the truth, but people like them will never accept the beauty of the deceit. I have to stop them.
The figure moved smoothly through the shadows. He could not step into the light; no one must see him. He glided in between buildings and alleyways, and in a matter of minutes, found himself in front of the home of William Scrubb. The house was a modest house, with nothing to boast of; just the home of yet another one suffering in the vicious cycle of greed and corruption.
Soon. It will be soon that he will join them; he will become one of them.
Pulling his hat low over his face, he carefully concealed his gleaming red eyes. As William opened the door, he saw, with a look of surprise as he stared open-mouthed at the white man on his doorstep; a man of pure white skin. A hat covered his face, but Scrubb felt a sense of foreboding of what he was about to see.
Looking up, the shadow stared deep into William’s eyes. He could sense fear and also, curiosity in this man. He felt the shock as William looked straight into his eyes. He smiled.
It was going to go just as planned.
decided tt there's no point posting there anw.
anyway, here's de next 2 chapters.
Chapter Eight (Present)
“I know who you are.”
That one line remained etched in Jonas’ mind. He will not ever forget it; he could never forget it.
As he sat by the fireside of his father’s mansion, he stared hard at the crunched up piece of paper in his hand. Suddenly, he stood up. The maid walking past dropped the bucket of water in her hands at his sudden movement. Jonas glanced at her. She apologised frantically and ran to retrieve a mop.
His eyes followed her as she scurried to the back of the house. After a while, she did not return. Intrigued by her absence, Jonas went to the back room to look for her. As he approached the back of the house, he heard low whisperings coming from the back door. Curios, he sneaked quietly closer to the back. There, he saw the maid and a young man conversing quietly by the door.
The man was completely decked out in a black uniform; black long-sleeved shirt, black pants, black shoes, and even a black hat masking his face. The only exposed parts of his body were his hands; they were white. Carefully, he moved closer to the couple. Unfortunately, he accidentally knocked over a broom by the door.
The young man stared keenly at him. Jonas then realised that he was not in fact a young man, but a very old one indeed. Jonas gazed at the old man and confronted a hideous scar across the face, slicing the head in two. He had red iris.
Just then, Lord William Scrubb walked into the room. He stared at the old man. First, a look of surprise crossed his face and as fast as it appeared, it was overcome by fear. Quickly, he ushered Jonas and the maid out of the room and walked towards the man.
Have I seen this man before? He looks astonishingly familiar… Jonas wondered.
Chapter Nine (Past)
He looked blankly across the street.
They have found out. It will not be long before they find out the truth, but people like them will never accept the beauty of the deceit. I have to stop them.
The figure moved smoothly through the shadows. He could not step into the light; no one must see him. He glided in between buildings and alleyways, and in a matter of minutes, found himself in front of the home of William Scrubb. The house was a modest house, with nothing to boast of; just the home of yet another one suffering in the vicious cycle of greed and corruption.
Soon. It will be soon that he will join them; he will become one of them.
Pulling his hat low over his face, he carefully concealed his gleaming red eyes. As William opened the door, he saw, with a look of surprise as he stared open-mouthed at the white man on his doorstep; a man of pure white skin. A hat covered his face, but Scrubb felt a sense of foreboding of what he was about to see.
Looking up, the shadow stared deep into William’s eyes. He could sense fear and also, curiosity in this man. He felt the shock as William looked straight into his eyes. He smiled.
It was going to go just as planned.